PART3
That would be awesome, Trisha added. I would pay to see that, she said as they were about to exit Sallys car.
A fucking ice cube tray in the freezer, Sally teased. Girl, you have some deep issues.
Trisha sat in front of the dressing room mirror applying a thick jet black coat of mascara. The black outline made her already big beautiful brown eyes look even more exotic. Her thick pouting lips glistened with light pink glittery lipstick. Her Long wavy black hair hung down past her broad feminine shoulders. Her tan body shined from the body oil she had applied earlier. Her large round breasts tore at the seams of her small tight bikini top. Her cleavage over flowed from all sides of the tiny top as the little black triangles tried to contain their mass. Her hard flat stomach was left exposed and it was topped off with her shiny little belly button ring. Trisha wore skin tight go-go shorts that hugged her perfect ass like a latex glove. Her long thick heeled black boots where laced up tight and she wore a black lacy garter around her right thigh for holding her tip money. She was going on stage to strip for the first time in her life. Millions of thoughts where running through her mind as she sprayed a mist of sweet perfume on her exposed breast flesh. Would she be able to go through with this? Would the crowd like her? Trisha stood up turning side to side admire herself for one last second before taking the stage.
Oh my God you look so hot, Sally said as she walked into the dressing room.
Im so nervous, I dont know if I can go through with this, Trisha replied to her friend.
Oh honey, Sally hugged her little friend to comfort her. Your gonna knock em dead out there. Your hands down the hottest girl in the place. Youll have those men eating out of your little hand by the end of the night, Sally encouraged her nervous friend.
Any last words of advise, Trisha asked while heading toward the stage door.
Look like your having fun, or be a complete bitch, the guys will eat it up, Sally insisted. Remember all guys will state the obvious.
The obvious, what do you mean by that, Trisha asked.
You know the obvious. Guys will think they are being so cute and witty. Like, I cant tell you how many bozos ask me how tall I am. Like I never heard that before you unoriginal douse bag. Excuse me Miss, Sally lowered her voice a few octaves and acted like a mindless club goer. My friend and I here, have a little bet going, She mocked. I think your six feet tall and he says your at least six two, can you tell us who is right. Your both wrong you fucking losers, she finished her little act an returned her voice to normal. I cant tell you how many times a night I get asked why my stage name is Liberty. I feel like saying this is why and stomp on their little fucking heads, Sally stamped her long white boot on the ground.
With that in mind Trisha took the stage. As she nervously strutted out onto the large half round stage her eyes squinted to adjust to the bright lights. The red, blue, yellow, and green lights toke turns flashing on and off. She couldnt see anything but the long rack of blinking lights that hung just in front of the stage. Not even the men in The Pit where visible only their dark silhouette stood out in the smoky background.
Gentlemen, please put your hands together for Raven, the announcer said over the clubs expensive sound system. Trisha figure the name Raven fit her because of her hair color. The men in the audience erupted. Their screams and cat calls gave Trisha the confidence she needed to start her dance.
Her curvy hips gyrated to the thumping bass coming out of the speaker. She slowly spun in a circle giving the crowd an idea of how shapely her back side was.
Nice ass, yelled a club goer. Trisha smiled as she gave her sexy little butt a wiggle. Stating the obvious, she said to herself as she danced her way to the front of the stage. Men store in awe at the goddess on stage. Her perfect body shook in rhythm to the loud bassy music.
Lets see those tits, came a call from an impatient viewer. Trisha confidently put her hands over her chest and shook her head side to side like she was outraged at the comment. The crowd screamed louder as she teased them. With that Trisha ripped the tiny top off her perfect cantaloupe sized breasts. Men stood up out of their seats as the little vixen gracefully moved around the stage. Her firm breast bounced ever so sightly with her every sexy move. Her big dark pink nipples where placed in the direct center of her large tear drop shaped breasts. The gleaming body oil exaggerated every twitching muscle in her tight little body as the lights reflected off her. She slowly wiggled her hips side to side as her tight white go-go shorts slide to the ground. She had an instant rush of adrenalin as the crowd went wild. Her tight black thong barley covered her meaty hairless pubic mound. A little black triangle of silky material is all that sat between Trishas moist pussy and the eager crowd of rowdy men. The thin black strap disappeared into her ass crack only to come out again on the top of her ass.
Sally watched from the main bar as her friend totally toke control of the stage. She had never seen the place go this crazy. Even when there was an adult entertainer as a feature dancer the place wasnt this wild. Men jockeyed for a spot near the stage. Fist fulls of George Washingtons flooded the floor by Trishas feet. It looked like the New York Stock Exchange had come to visit Crickets Gentlemens Club. As the music died down so did Trishas dance. Sally started toward the dressing room. She was going to congratulate her friend on a terrific performance when her body suddenly jolted. Sally stood still as she felt every muscle in her body contract at the same time. It wasnt painful but it really scared her. Sallys whole body was immovable for an instant as her body trembled. It sounded stupid but she could swear her already snug cloths where fitting her tighter. It was almost like she grew a few inches. As soon as the jolt started it stopped. Sally was unharmed and not sure of what just happened started to the dressing room to greet Trisha.
Hey watch where your going, ya, ya, you, a short man turned around and yelled as Sally bumped into him. Comparatively he was actually average height but to her he was short. He was stunned as he store directly into the sexy amazons chest. Sally simple put her hands on her hips and stuck out her average chest like a super hero. The top of the mans head was level with her b-cup breasts and she laughed as the short man slowly looked up to her face in awe..
Watch where Im going, Sally asked snidely. You better be careful yourself little fella, she teased him. I almost stepped on you, she laughed. The mans mouth dropped as she continued to tease him. You wouldnt want the big mean lady to step on you now would you, Sally asked as the man store up in amazement. The man and his friends looked like eight year old compared to a full grown woman. Now I suggest before I get pissed and stomp your asses into the ground like a little bugs, you and your midget friends take off, Sally added pushing past him.
You fucking bitch, she heard him yell as she reached for the dressing room door.
Its like a midget convention out there, Sally told Trisha as she embraced her friend.
Are they midgets or are you just a fucking giant, Trisha asked playfully.
Oh god, what I would do to some of those nasty fucks out there if I was a giant, Sally laughed. You where awesome out there girl, Sally told Trisha as she stepped back to admire her sexy friend..
Hey Raven, a redheaded dancer yelled as she came in the dressing room. There is a guy in the V.I.P room that wants you for the rest of the night, The redhead added then disappeared back into the main room.
Wants me for the rest of the night, Trisha asked disgusted.
Oh relax Trisha, he just wants you to give him a private dance, Sally said. If hes gonna pay for the whole night, your gonna make about a grand.
Are you serious, who the hell would pay that much for me to dance in front of them, Trisha asked excitedly.
Youll probably end up talking with him for most of the time, Sally answered. Guys like that shit. They really think your all into them. Just play it cool and make sure the guy has a good time. Youll have him spending his paychecks on you instead of his family. Go get em girl, Sally said before shoving Trisha out the door.
Trisha had put on a tight fitting baby tee seeing her bikini was torn off in her wild dance. Standing outside the door to the V.I.P room she stopped and toke a deep breath before entering. Her body froze as a sharp jolt shot threw her like a bolt of lightening. Her muscles tensed and her body felt like it was expanding. Her muscles relaxed but her clothing felt tighter. Everything except her boots seamed to feel tighter. What the hell just happened she thought as she opened the door. She couldnt believe her eyes when she entered the private dance room. Sitting cross legged in an over stuffed red velvet chair was the short fat man from the shoe store. His yellow smile made her want to puke. She thought as she closed the door behind her. Remembering what Sally said about the money Trisha pretended to be excited to see him.
Oh my god its you, she said to fat man. She tried so hard to sound excited to see him but she was actually a little freaked out by the fact that he knew she worked there.
Great show, he said in a deep voice trying to sound all macho.
Yeah, she asked seductively. Did you like it, Trisha asked in a sexy confident whisper. Her hips swung from side to side like a pendulum as she strutted across the room. Fat mans confidence was slowly dissolving as she made her way toward him like a hungry lioness. With every step the beauty took toward him his confidence slipped a notch. He would be a babbling idiot in a few seconds he figured. Her eyes slightly closed giving them that feline like. Her fat pink lips gleamed in the soft light the small table lamp gave off. The tiny white tee shirt she wore had a low cut neckline allowing her ample cleavage to be on display. Her big thimble sized nipples outlined by the shirts cottony material. Her powerful legs in the long black boots. Fat man was in a trance as the dangerous beauty moved closer to him. There she stood before him, her hands on her hips her legs spread slightly more then shoulder width apart. She store down at him like she was a mother about to scold her child. Something about the man made her want to intimidate him. Fat man store up at her in awe. He was sitting in a chair but he didnt remember her being so tall.
Get up, Trisha ordered him. Slowly fat man started to stand. To speed up the process Trisha roughly grabbed him by the back of his dress shirt and pulled him to his feet. His head coward like a scared puppy. His eyes drifted toward the floor as she store him down like a school yard bully. Trisha towered over the man. She remembered in the store he had to crane his neck to see over her shoulder but now he would have to stand on his tip toes to even see over her breasts. As she looked down at the pathetic man her body began to tremble. Her muscles squeezed like a vise, as a tingle shot through her entire body. She closed her eyes tight as her body surged and pushed at her already tight cloths. Fat man still looking at the ground didnt notice the beautiful eighteen year old girl in front of him growing. His fat little eyes where fixed on the ground or maybe on her well shined fuck-me boots. Trisha opened her eyes to see everything around her had gotten smaller. The velvet chair, the small end table with the lamp, the doorway and even fat man. No longer was his head up to her round breasts. If he looked strait he would be staring into her cute little belly button. She had know idea what had happened. The only thing she did know was fat man was going to get the show of his life.
Get on your knees and kiss my boots, Trisha ordered him like she was some kind of Dominatrix. With out hesitation or even a questioning look fat man dropped to his knees. His fat little lips instantly kissed the top of Trishas black boot. She couldnt help but laugh. He looked so small and pathetic being down on all fours. She laughed at the thought of stepping down on the back of his neck with one of her oversized boots. She could snap it like a chicken bone at this height she figured. Trishas hands rested on her hips, her thick pretty pink lips where curled up into a sinister smile as he kissed away at her shiny boots. Trisha nudged his face away from her boot with a simple flick of the foot.
Take my boot off, you pathetic little man, she ordered. She was getting a total kick out of bossing the little fat man around. She could tell him to stand on his head and he would probably do it. The power was intoxicating. Fat man quickly grabbed at the boots laces. His plump fingers fought with the tight double knot. Trisha tapped her foot on the floor to let fat man know she was getting impatient. He was like a kid opening up the biggest gift under the tree on Christmas day. His hands trembled as he finally undid the laces. Trisha lifted her foot so he could pull her boot off. Her nylon was pulled tight over her sexy foot. The flesh colored nylon was so tight it was almost like a second layer of skin. Fat mans eyes lifted and toke in every part of his dream girls body. Her long powerful legs that stretched toward the heavens. Her slender muscular flat stomach gleamed from body oils. The underside of her large oversized breasts where exposed due to the tiny tank top and her recent growth spurt. Her sweat beautiful face seamed to be as high as the ceiling from fat mans perspective. Little did he know in a matter of minutes it would be. Wait a second he thought as he store into her eyes.
Thats impossible, fat man muttered. She was massive. Trisha must have been eight feet tall. Scared, he was about to jump to his feet but Trishas heavy nylon covered foot slammed into his chest. The force knocked him to his back. He gasped in pain. It felt like being hit in the stomach with a baseball bat. Trisha quickly stepped onto his soft plump chest. She barley had to push to keep the man from moving.
Please, let me up, his scared chubby face was beat red as he gasped for oxygen. Trisha pushed harder.
Isnt this what you wanted? I thought you liked my feet, she mocked him from above. Her body tensed and her muscled tightened. Fat mans eyes opened wide as he watched his master grow before him. He struggled under her foot and finally pushed it off him. Trisha watched as her scrambled to his feet and started for the door.
Shows not over yet fat man, she said with a frustrated tone. She grabbed him with one hand by the back of his collar. The fourteen foot girl simple lifted him off the ground and spun him around. His dress shirt strained at the seams as Trisha easily lifted him of the ground. His collar dug into his neck, like a tightening noose. His fat little arms pulled at the collar of his shirt. His oxygen was being cut off. She dropped him at her feet with a thud. Trisha lifted her giant foot above his head and slowly pressed down. His chubby head was pinned under the massive weight of her giant foot. His nose bent over and flattened against his face as she applied the slightest bit of pressure.
Now fat man, how does my foot smell, Trisha teased him. His hands fought with her massive foot. It completely covered his face and was not only keeping him from breathing but was also pinning him to the floor. She was going to crush his skull if she pushed any harder. His tiny head ached and his fat face burned as she slowly rubbed her nylon covered foot back and forth. His screams where muffled under the beauties heavy foot. Trisha bent down and with both hands tore a hole in the top of her nylon. Then she proceeded to tear the nylon from her foot. Trishas body swelled again. With a slight tremble and a tensing of the muscles she grow to at least twenty feet. Her head was touching the high cathedral ceiling and she had to bend at the waist to keep her head from popping through the roof. Her foot was a little less then half the size of the man pinned under it. Her expanding body had torn her little shirt and sexy go go shorts into threads. Trisha could hear screams coming from the main room now. Someone must have saw her she figured as the room burst out into panic.
In the other room Sally was going through an identical growth spurt. Club goers at first clapped and cheered thinking it was some type of special effect show but it quickly escalated into a frenzy. The men pushed and pulled their way toward the exits while the other dancers and staff fought for an exit them selves. Sallys cloths had practically ripped off her by now. Only her boots fit like the where supposed to. They seamed to be growing along with her. Her body tensed again and her head pushed at the flimsy ceiling. Soon the club goers that made it to the parking lot could see a giant blonde head push through the roof like it was tissue paper.
Giantess World
